Ponder, if you will, 100 years of life
Consider within it, all the accumulated strife.
Leave pause, don't bend,
And certainly don't seek a controlled end.
Pain is a privilege most neglect,
Or they simply grant the construct too much respect.
Allow it to whittle away emotions,
And abruptly slow motions.
It grants life a sudden halt.
You take on self pity, feeling at fault.
Then allow an illness to grip hold,
Leaving ones disposition frightfully cold.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
Ponder, if you will, 100 years of life
Consider within it, all the accumulated strife.
Leave pause, don't bend,
And certainly don't seek a controlled end.
Pain is a privilege most neglect,
Or they simply grant the construct too much respect.
Allow it to whittle away emotions,
And abruptly slow motions.
It grants life a sudden halt.
You take on self pity, feeling at fault.
Then allow an illness to grip hold,
Leaving ones disposition frightfully cold.
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